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Hello everyone, I know that this isn't the next chapter of Events of an Uneventful Freshman year, but I hope that you enjoy it anyway. I wrote this just to take a little break from that series. I probably won't be able to post anything this upcoming week, so expect the next chapter of Events of an Uneventful Freshman Year then. This may be made into a series after I finish Events, so let me know what you think of this.

Generally I don't write disclaimers before my stories but, I feel that a disclaimer is warranted due to the subject matter that I will be exploring in this series. Aside from the gay relationships and accompanying sex. This series will also contain violence, racism, themes of genocide, and other not so nice things. This chapter is not too bad, but if this is made a series, things will get very intense.

Thanks and enjoy!

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1973, New Jersey

"Alright Gustav," An elderly human began, "Go ahead and blow out your candles."

Gustav, a Red Fox, who's red fur was nearly more grey than red sat in front of a large white, frosted cake. It was his favorite kind, white cake with chocolate chips. On top of the cake, in giant red numbers was 100. The Fox took a deep breath and blew out the three candles on his cake. The human clapped his hands and smiled, the smile fading as Gustav coughed into a napkin.

"You really should have stopped smoking earlier," The human sighed, "That cough sounds like it's getting worse."

The Fox had stopped smoking 15 years ago, as an 80thbirthday present for his long term partner Klaus. Gustav watched him, a smile on his face, as the human started to cut the cake. He may not have been young anymore, but Gustav thought that Klaus was the most beautiful human being on the entire planet. Klaus slid the Fox a large piece of cake and smiled back.

"What are you looking at?" Klaus chuckled and ran his fingers through his white-haired head, "Do I have something on me?"

Gustav shook his head.

"I'm just looking at you darling," Gustav began, "You're just as beautiful as the day we met."

Klaus scoffed and cut himself a smaller piece of cake.

"I find that very hard to believe," Klaus chuckled and ate a small bite of cake, "Don't think that flattery is going to get you any more special treatment Gustav. I'm far too old for that."

"Me too," Gustav murred and ate a bite of cake, "An old fart like me can dream though."

Klaus sighed wistfully and sat down across from the fox. This was their house, bought through years of hard work. The pair emigrated from Germany, more specifically German South West Africa, a few years before World War 1. Klaus was a concert pianist, and travelled the globe, playing sold out shows in the most beautiful cities on Earth. He had been retired for a while, and still made a little money teaching children the piano.

Gustav, even though he would have never had to work in his life, was a construction worker until the age of 75. When the pair had met, Gustav worked as security on Klaus's father's estate. His skills, at least when Klaus had met him, consisted solely of building things and killing people. Gustav found moderate acclaim in the War, World War 1, but found that army life wasn't for him. Gustav spent a lot of time home alone, working. Even though the passion was out of their lives now, both preferred seeing each other every day over sex filled nights during the rare times Klaus was able to come home.

"I think I'm going to bring what's left of this cake down to the guys at the bar," Klaus began, "I think they'd like that."

"I can't believe they wouldn't come over," Gustav sighed, "I thought turning 100 was a big deal."

As Gustav spoke someone knocked firmly on the door. Klaus swallowed another bite of cake and stood up.

"Coming," The human began, "Be right there."

Gustav ate his cake as Klaus slowly walked into the living room. After a few moments, Klaus returned, this time with a young man with long brown hair. The man was wearing a Grand Funk Railroad tee shirt and faded blue jeans.

"Gustav," Klaus smiled, "This is Shawn, from the Pyramid. He wants to interview you."

Gustav grumbled.

"What for?" Gustav asked, "I haven't done much of anything lately besides eat and sleep."

Shawn chuckled politely.

"You turned 100 today correct?" Shawn asked, "That's a pretty big deal. My newspaper likes doing profiles on the new centenarians in the state. May I get an interview?"

Gustav sighed and nodded. Klaus pulled up a chair for the younger human beside the old Fox. The older human sat down on the other side of his mate and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Shawn grimaced and Gustav growled.

"If you think I give a shit what you think about me and Klaus you are wrong," Gustav began, "So save it. I haven't been with this man for 70 years because I gave a fuck what people like you thought."

Klaus chuckled nervously.

"Gustav," Klaus said calmly, "Be nice, just give this nice man an interview."

Shawn reached into the satchel and pulled out a tape recorder and a microphone. The Fox waited patiently, his slippers tapping rhythmically on the green and white tile floor. Shawn got his gear situated and pressed the record button.

"Alright," Shawn began, "Can you start with your name, birthday, and place of birth?"

"My name is Gustav Löwe," The Fox replied, "And I was born April 13th, 1873 in Leipzig, Germany."

Shawn gestured for the Fox to go on.

"I lived there with my family until I was 28, we were very poor you see," Gustav continued, "My life changed, when my father got a job for the two of us in German South-West Africa, working for a rich man who owned a lot of land. Nowadays it's just called South-West Africa."

"So by my math," Shawn began, "That would put you in Africa at the turn of the century. What sort of work did you do for this man?"

"He was a human, I can't remember his name," Gustav replied, "He had the largest cattle ranch in the colony. My father and I were in charge of upkeep and security."

"What did your mother think of this change?" Shawn asked, "Did she stay behind in Germany, in Leipzig?"

Gustav nodded.

"In a way, yes," Gustav began, "She died when I was very young. From what I remember my father saying about her, I think she would have loved Africa."

"And what happened to your father?" Shawn asked, "Did he emigrate over here with you?"

Gustav shook his head.

"No," The Fox sighed, "He died within the first month. He got drunk, wandered to the outskirts of the property, and wasn't seen again. We think the natives must have got him."

"The natives?" Shawn asked, "Were they an issue?"

Gustav sighed and sat back.

"Before we talk about this," Gustav held his mate's hand, "I think it's important I tell this story from when I met Klaus. When I think about what I did, what I had to do, the fact that I did it to keep him safe, makes me feel much better about the horrors I saw and partaken in."

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January 5th 1904, German South-West Africa.

I set my axe down on the ground and poured my canteen of water over my head. It was terribly hot, and the summer sun beat down relentlessly on the backs of my work crew. It was the wet season, but it had been dry for the past week. The small change in the humidity made a huge difference, and made working out in the hot climate much more bearable.

We were building a new fence, one that would dissuade the local population from bothering the cattle. The natives, Fur and Human alike, were restless, angry with the poor treatment that their colonial masters inflicted upon them. It wasn't my place to judge, I was simply here to work. I wasn't taking advantage of anyone. I picked my axe back up and brought it down, splitting the log I had been working on.

We were at the dirt road that connected Herr Von Hoft's estate with the nearby town. The road passed underneath a dark and imposing forest, one that provided us with lots of material for fences and other carpentry. I put the log down and hefted my pieces of wood across the road, to where the crew was preparing to put up the fence. I set them down and took off my shirt, slinging over my back as I walked back across the road to my pile of lumber. One of the guards, a young German boy, walked over to me and sighed.

"Can you take your rifle for a minute Gustav?" The boy asked, "I have to take a piss."

I nodded and readied another piece of wood. The human set down the Gewehr 98 rifle beside the lumber pile, the bayonet catching the sun and shining a beam of light into my eyes. I growled and kicked the rifle aside, reorienting the shiny blade. I cursed myself for taking such good care of my weapon, but I knew that Von Hoft would be furious if my rifle, or anything for that matter, wasn't in perfect condition.

"You know," Gustav grunted and swung the axe again, "I'd think you'd want to bring the rifle. That bayonet may come in handy."

The boy shook his head and laughed.

"That wouldn't do a thing against their rifles," The human replied, "Besides, it's just going to get in the way."

I took another swing.

"Hans, they aren't going to use rifles," I looked over the woods, "No, rifles are loud, and the natives are far from stupid. They'd use arrows, or knives, and before we knew what happened, your corpse would be drug into those woods, never to be seen again."

Hans gulped and shuddered.

"I don't think I have to piss now," Hans began, "Christ is that an actual thing?"

I pulled out my Mauser revolver from my hip holster. It was given to me by Van Hoft to commemorate my 3rd year of working for him. It was a work of art, a custom design, with an ivory handle and a steel barrel that shone brighter than the sun.

"Here," I said with a smile, "Take that with you."

Hans blinked and took the gun carefully, his eyes glued to its beauty.

"Use that," I began, "I'll trade you when you get back."

Hans gulped.

"Are you sure?" Hans asked, "I know Herr Von Hoft gave this to you, it's got to be super valuable."

"Exactly," I scoffed, "That's why I want it back."

I turned back to my work and lined up another log. The human turned and walked a short distance away, his back to the crew. I called out to him.

"If you see a native make sure to shoot and kill him," I laughed, "I do want that gun back."

Horses with riders started to come down the road. Hoft's Vanguard, we called them. They were the ones who rode in front of Herr Von Hoft's carriage, and checked the way for any trouble. I put down the axe and hefted the rifle. I held it to my shoulder and walked to the edge of the road. The leader of the mounted riders, a wolf named Fritz on a grey horse, smiled and waved at me.

"Hello Gustav," The wolf began, "I got you something from town."

The wolf reached into his saddlebag and threw me a pack of cigarettes. I grinned widely and put them in the back pocket of my pants.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked, "I can pay you when I get back to the ranch."

Fritz shook his head.

"Consider it my thank you for last week," The wolf replied, "You are a regular hero Gustav Löwe."

I shook my head and shuffled my feet. Last week Fritz's horse was nearly stolen by a couple of natives, two Leopards from the savanna that fringed the rear of the property. I shot the two of them dead and collected the horse and the foodstuffs that they had tried to make off with.

"How was the road today?" I asked, "Did you have much trouble?"

"No," Fritz calmed his restless horse, "We made a big show of shooting our rifles in the air the whole way. We didn't see hide or hair of anything."

That was weird. Normally, Herr Von Hoft was a perfectionist. Ammunition was something that he provided, and was therefore, something not to be wasted. The older human taught me how to shoot, and was insistent that I got proficient at shooting with as little practice as possible. Lucky for me, I am a fast learner. I quickly became the best shot on the entire homestead, a talent which I used far more than I would have liked.

"That's not like the old man at all," I began, "I wonder why he had you do that?"

Fritz scoffed.

"To show off for his kid," Fritz replied, "He's some university brat who just came from Breslau. He plays the piano."

I rolled my eyes. The last thing this estate needed was more uppity rich people. They only got in the way and made my job harder. The worst were the young ones, the ones who didn't believe in killing. Fortunately, they never lasted long.

"He's not going to be here long," I chuckled, "Don't worry, in a few weeks, he'll be begging daddy dearest to send him back."

I heard the tell-tale whinny of Von Hoft's horses and set about working again. Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. That was a phrase that Herr Von Hoff was very fond of. The carriage came out of the woods at a slow pace. I split another log, my muscles rippling with the motion. I looked up and made eye contact with a slender, blond man, probably the spitting image of his now obese and bald father 50 years ago. His gaze lingered on my body for too long and his cheeks flushed, either from the heat or from something far more lewd.

Von Hoft gave me a courteous nod and continued on his way. That was good, it meant that things were going as he wanted them too. I watched the carriage leave with a smirk on my face, maybe the young human wouldn't be such a bore after all. I enjoyed the company of men far more than women, I learned that as a teenager in Germany. The males who were like me and came to Africa never seemed to last long. They were either caught, killed, or smart enough to leave this hell hole as soon as possible. I shook my head and carried the lumber over to my crew. The fence was already starting to shape up, with a long line of posts extending to the edge of the pasture.

"Alright boys," I called out, "Let's get this length of fence done by afternoon."

I walked back over to my rifle, lumber, and axe and looked over at Hans. He had been taking a long while. He had finished and was redoing his trousers, when he suddenly jumped back. He fell onto his back, his long john underwear hitting the wet dirt. He shakily extended my revolver and fired six shots into the brush. I ran over and stood behind him, my rifle pointed into the brush. I chuckled at the sight of crimson spattering a tree trunk.

"You may not have killed him Hans, but you certainly gave him something to think about," I kept pointing the gun into the woods, "Get dressed and hand me my revolver."

Hans nodded and shakily put his trousers on. He handed me my gun and scurried over to the lumber pile. I growled and slowly backed away from the forest. As I did, clouds quickly rolled in, heavy and dark, and a colossal deluge began to fall. I groaned and holstered my revolver.

"Sorry boys," I called out amid my work crew's protestations, "We've got to keep working. Do it fast, do it right, and that's less we've got to do tomorrow."

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4 hours later

I was soaked to the bone by the time we finished up with the fence. The walk back to the estate was worse, the rain had not let up, and the previously dry soil turned into a soupy mess of mud. The areas which had high levels of grass, and therefore a little more solid, were reserved for the cattle, and not for me and my crew to be walking on. My housing was closer to the estate than theirs and much nicer. I walked into the front door of my cabin and sighed in relief.

It was small and had two rooms, a small bedroom in the back and a larger living area in the front. I stripped off my wet and dirty clothes and stood, naked in the middle of my dwelling. I pulled the cigarettes out of my pocket and groaned. Hopefully, they would dry out by tomorrow. It had been a couple of days since the Fox had smoked his last cigarette, he could feel the tendrils of irritation pulling at his mind.

There was a sharp series of knocks on the door. I grumbled, only Herr Von Hoft knocked like that. It was late, and Tuesday's were one of two days that I had any time to himself. The old man knew better than to bother me on my night off. I pulled on a pair of clean long underwear and trousers and walked forward to answer the door.

"Good Evening," I let the human in, "What brings you out here tonight Herr Von Hoft?"

The human closed his umbrella and cleared his throat.

"Numerous things actually," The older man helped himself to a seat, "Do you have anything to drink?"

"Just whiskey," I pulled up a chair in front of the human, "Not very good whiskey I might add."

"No matter," Von Hoft replied, "I'll make do without a drink. How did the fence building go today?"

"Good," I began, "One savage wounded, presumed dead, no injuries on my crew."

"Just what I like to hear," Von Hoft patted my shoulder, "I'm glad to see that you are an apple who fell very far from the tree."

I chuckled politely. My father was a good man, even if he didn't put out the best of impressions to Herr Von Hoft.

"I was going to reward you with a seat at my banquet tonight," Von Hoft smiled, "You do such good work for me, and my guests would love to talk to you about your gripping encounters with the natives. What do you say Gustav my boy?"

I nodded, but on the inside I growled. I hated spending time with those rich bastards. They always made such a big deal about how polite, how enlightened I was compared to the field hands that they knew or owned. We weren't stupid, even if we didn't go to school like they did. I stopped thinking about it, if I did anymore I would blow up at the old man, which would likely cost me my job. At least this time, I chuckled on the inside, I could get another glimpse of Von Hoft's kid and find out if my assumptions about him were true.

"I don't have anything nice to wear," I began, "Will that be a problem?"

"It never is!" Von Hoft guffawed, "The more rugged you look the better! My guest comes from the motherland and his entourage of young ladies will be... enthralled by such a rugged male specimen."

I smiled.

"Of course," I replied, "I'll make my way up there in a little bit alright? I need to give my fur a chance to dry off."

Von Hoft excused himself and left my dwelling. I swore under my breath and stripped naked again. I found a semi-clean towel and dried myself off, my fur fluffing up in the process. I redressed, wearing a white tee-shirt and a leather jacket along with my clean trousers. I had a black hat to match and put it on my brow. I had a small looking glass on my wall, and used it to check over my appearance. I scoffed, I supposed I looked rugged enough for the crowd I would be entertaining.

I walked out into the pouring rain and sighed. I skirted around as many puddles as I could, trying my best to keep myself clean. By the time I made it to Von Hoft's front porch, I was wet, again, and my pant legs were coated with mud. I scraped as much mud as I could off of my boots and knocked, firmly and loudly. Von Hoft's house servant, a Fox of the local variety, came to let me in. She bowed her head respectfully as I entered.

"How are you doing Hilde?" I asked, "These frumpy old coots aren't giving you much trouble are they?"

Hilde shook her head and replied back in shaky German.

"No Herr Löwe," The Cape Fox blushed, "It's the young men who are giving me trouble. They have wandering eyes and hands that are worse."

I frowned.

"I'll let Von Hoft know," I replied, "Don't you worry Hilde, it'll be alright."

I walked into the parlor, my boots thumping against the hardwood floor. The crowd of upper class humans fell silent and stared at me as I entered. Von Hoft beamed and walked over to me, a glass of wine in his hand.

"This is who I was talking about!" Von Hoft began, "It is my pleasure to introduce my foreman, Gustav."

The crowd responded politely and turned back to their business.

"You know what to do," Von Hoft nudged me and left the room.

I sighed, I certainly did.

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A short time later.

"I wrestled my rifle back from the savage and shot him," I said to an enthralled audience, "His friend came up behind me, and after I finished with the first one, I pulled out my revolver."

I pulled out my, unloaded, revolver for effect.

"And BANG," The crowd jumped and tittered, "Took him down too."

I chuckled and put my gun back in its holster.

"They didn't even think of taking another cow for two months after that," I finished to applause, "You liked that? I've got more where that came from."

"My god," One of the men, an older fellow, began, "How does one cope with such savagery? Did they really eat that poor lad?"

Inwardly I scoffed. Of course they didn't eat him. It was a lie, a bold faced lie, that only myself and Herr Von Hoft were in on. I nodded gravely and sighed.

"Oh yes," I began, "It was horrific."

The older man's wife shuddered and fanned herself. I inwardly growled, she was lucky that the natives hadn't organized. She'd be one of the first to go, I was sure of it.

"Must we talk of such dreadful things," She began, "Surely you must want an escape from that world Gustav."

I shook my head.

"Oh my dear, I wish that I could," I pointed out the window, "But as long as they are out there. There is no escape."

The crowd fell silent. I was pleased with myself. There was nothing more awesome than scaring the daylights out of rich losers like these people. One of the other men, a man who owned a bank in Windhoek, the capital of the colony, cleared his throat.

"I hear you have a nickname around these parts Gustav," The man chuckled and finished his drink, "I hear they call you the Headsman."

I fought the urge to growl. I hated that name. It had to do with what Von Hoft asked all of us to do when we killed a native. He wanted us to take their heads. He was able to make money off of them, and because I killed the most, I collected the most heads. That fact gave me a little bit of a reputation. I opened my mouth but was cut off by the sound of a door opening.

Von Hoft came in with a smirk on his face and his son behind him. At that moment, I knew why I was invited. I was the opening act, I was setting them up so his kid could knock them down. It wasn't a truly bad thing, after all, pretty music is much more pleasing than gory stories.

Once again, the young male looked me over, his eyes lingering on my body. I winked and smiled, and the human quickly looked down at the floor and blushed hard. I chuckled and finished my third glass of wine. I just had to get this kid alone.

"Hello everyone," Von Hoft began, "This is my son Klaus, who just came from university in, where did you go Klaus."

"Vienna," Klaus replied quietly, "I studied piano."

Von Hoft chuckled and led his son to the piano.

"Play something for us Klaus," Von Hoft beamed, "Make me proud son."

Klaus rubbed his arm.

"Dad it's been a while since I've played," Klaus began, "I might be a little rusty."

Von Hoft and his guests laughed.

"Nonsense," Von Hoft replied, "Classically trained pianists don't get rusty. You are a machine my boy, a well trained, well oiled machine, and those never get rusty."

Klaus nodded and took his place at the piano.

"What shall I play?" The human asked, "Something familiar?"

"Play Beethoven," An older woman requested, "You know some Beethoven right?"

"Yes I do," Klaus cracked his knuckles, "Here goes nothing."

Klaus broke into a perfect rendition of Für Elise. I, along with the rest of the party, watched awestruck. I had never seen anyone's fingers move that quickly and gracefully. I watched for a short while and then stepped out onto the front porch. I was starting to feel testy, I knew that Karl, the Lion who stood watch some days, stashed some cigarettes at his post.

"Oh thank the Lord," I said to myself as I found half of a cigarette.

I lit it up and breathed a sigh of relief as I felt the tobacco work its magic. I could still hear the piano from inside. As my eyes adjusted to lack of light I noticed a flurry of motion coming from the food store. I picked up the rifle and looked down the scope. It wasn't Cook, the cook, but someone else. I looked for a moment longer, and saw that the stranger wasn't one of us. It was a native, from my vantage point, it looked to be a Hyena.

I sighed and worked the bolt-action mechanism. He had a friend, another Hyena waving a rifle over his head. He was worked up about something. I took a drag of my cigarette, aimed, and fired at the hyena as he aimed his rifle at the porch. He got a round off before he crumpled to the ground, the bullet burying itself harmlessly in the dirt path in front of the house. Klaus's flawless playing hit a sour note. The other Hyena dropped his loot and started to run. I shook my head and loaded another road in the rifle.

"Sorry pal," I aimed the rifle at the remaining hyena, "Von Hoft says I can't show you any mercy."

As Klaus restarted his playing, I fired again. This Hyena went down as well, jumping in the air as I hit my mark. I finished my cigarette and set the gun back down. Herr Von Hoft came out, his face flushed with anger.

"What the hell was that about?" He asked, "Were there savages on the property?"

"There were," I replied, "There's two corpses on your property now."

"Fuck," Herr Von Hoft began, "That's two heads worth of goods I have to trade to placate that crooked chief. Can you take care of it?"

I nodded.

"You want them taken to the pit?" I asked, "I'll get it done in an hour."

Von Hoft huffed.

"No need to take them out that far," The German began, "Just drag them behind the house. Let their feral cousins take care of them. They should be gone by morning."

I nodded.

"Gustav," Von Hoft continued, "I want their heads. Remember, we can sell those."

I hated doing this part of the job. Universities in Europe paid big money for the skulls of the African dead. I knew better than to protest, protesting would have meant that I would lose my position and my preferable treatment. Oh well, better them then me.

"I know," I replied, "I'll get the machete before I drag them out."

Klaus walked out onto the porch and stood beside his father. The older German looked at his son and then glared at me.

"Take care of this," Von Hoft began, "I want you on the edge of the property tonight, in the watch post. I don't want any of these savages getting this close to my home while I have company."

Klaus stood up.

"Can I go too?" Klaus asked, "I'd like to see what it looks like out there."

Von Hoft shook his head furiously.

"Absolutely not," The old man said emphatically, "You are not to leave this house unless you are accompanied by me or a guard."

"You don't want to go out there kid," I said softly, "Just stay here."

Klaus shook his head.

"Grandfather told me that I needed to man up when I got here," Klaus smirked, "Or do you want me to write a letter home telling him how you enabled me to be like one of those sodomites."

My eyebrow raised. I guess my suspicions were doubly proved.

"You don't talk like that. You don't have, and will never have, those feelings as long as you are in Africa," Von Hoft grumbled, "Fine, stay the night out there with Gustav, see what I care."

Von Hoft opened the door.

"Just don't come crying to me when you can't handle it," The German spat and slammed the door behind him.

I shook my head and chuckled.

"I can already tell you're going to be an interesting addition to our little family out here," I began, "I didn't know you could be that difficult."

"Really?" Klaus asked, his voice dropping to a more sultry tone, "What do you think Gustav? Do you like it?"

I sighed.

"Save that for later," I shook my head, "After I take care of these bodies for your dad."

Klaus shuddered.

"Are you really going to take their heads?" Klaus asked, "That's just, macabre."

I chuckled.

"I don't know what that means kid," I replied, "We didn't all go to school like you."

"Gruesome," Klaus saw that I didn't know that one either, "Disgusting?"

I nodded.

"You're damn right its disgusting," I nodded, "Go get some work clothes on. It'll be macabre what your dad does to me if I get those nice clothes covered in blood and mud."

Klaus nodded.

"Ok," The human began, "Should I meet you here?"

I shook my head.

"See that house down there," I pointed to my cabin, "Meet me down there. I've got stuff I have to get ready."

I watched the younger man walk into the house and sighed. I turned and stepped off of the porch and walked down the muddy path to my cabin. I stepped inside, loaded my firearms, and grabbed the machete. Klaus's footsteps were audible amidst the rain and in a few seconds he was panting inside my cabin wearing some second hand work gear. I let the boy catch his breath before going into the night once more.

"So how old are you?" Klaus asked as we walked down the muddy path.

I looked up at the sky, the rain was starting to die down and I was able to see the light of the full moon.

"I'm 30," I replied, "And how old are you Herr Von Hoff?"

"25," Klaus scoffed, "Please, call me Klaus, Herr Von Hoff is my father."

"Alright, Klaus," I asked as we came upon the first body, "Why does my age matter?"

"It doesn't," Klaus replied, "I was just curious."

I knelt down beside the body and handed the Hyena's rifle to the human. Klaus held it awkwardly, his eyes wide. There was a large ragged hole in the middle of the Hyena's back. I groaned and picked the dead native's body up onto my shoulders, his blood running down my coat. Klaus stood off behind me.

"What should I do?" The human asked.

I grunted with exertion and started to walk towards the house.

"Just stay with me," I began, "There's not much you can do to help out."

Klaus walked beside me.

"I can too help," Klaus replied, "Just teach me how."

We got to the spot behind the house. The soil here was bad and Von Hoft didn't want to waste the effort of building a pasture here. I walked over the crest of a hill and dropped the body down it. Herr Von Hoft wouldn't want his guests to watch these poor devils be ripped apart.

"Ok," I chuckled, "Walk back and carry that dead hyena over here. I'll go with you, let's see if you can."

Klaus huffed and stormed off in that direction. I followed him and immediately felt bad as the kid looked over the dead Hyena. He shivered and looked away. I walked up to him and put my paw on his shoulder.

"H-he's still breathing," Klaus turned into my chest, "Jesus... Gustav he's not dead."

I didn't know how he wasn't dead. My shot had entered into the small of his back, right beside the spine. His head was twisted on his side, his irregular breaths stirring the puddle of water and blood beside his body. I pulled out my revolver and cocked it.

"Close your eyes Klaus," I began, "It's going to be over soon."

I aimed at the back of the Hyena's head, and fired.

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I left Klaus in my cabin as I took care of the bodies. The kid had seen enough violence tonight. I stripped the bodies of their valuables and lived up to my name. Von Hoft had a special underground room for the severed heads. It kept them cool, kept them from rotting. If they weren't preserved the heads weren't worth a thing. The older man had a group of natives who worked on the heads. Truthfully, it was a little messed up, but the workers were paid.

I shuddered as I walked out of that place. I didn't believe in ghosts, but every time I walked into that room I swore that I could feel the eyes of the dead on my back. I closed the door behind me and walked away from the house. The party was still going on, and the humans inside were living it up. Dinner was served, and the scent of freshly cooked game bird wafted outside. My stomach grumbled. I hoped that Cook remembered to stock the watch post, otherwise it would be a very long and hungry night.

I walked back to my cabin and entered my home. I took off my bloodstained jacket and hung it on the door. The rain died down outside. I smiled. It truly was the little things that made life great. The decreased amount of rain meant that the roof of the watch post wouldn't be leaking. I blinked, Klaus wasn't here.

"Klaus?" I called out, "Where are you?"

"I'm back here," Klaus called out from my bedroom, "Come back here for a second."

I sighed and did as I was told. I stopped in my tracks as I entered the room. Klaus was reclining on my bed, shirtless. I blushed, Klaus was definitely one of the better looking men I had met during my time here. The human smiled and pat my mattress.

"I want to get to know you better," Klaus began, "And I think you want to get to know me better too."

I rubbed the back of my neck. I really fucking wanted to "get to know him". My ears drooped. I played it off, after all, guys loved it when you played hard to get.

"This is a bit much," I chuckled, "What do you think you're doing?"

Klaus sighed and sat up.

"I'm sorry," Klaus shook his head, "I did put it on thick. I just haven't met any other men who share my interests."

I rolled my eyes.

"Didn't you take a ship to get here?" I asked, "There's loads of queer sailors."

He shook his head.

"Not on this ship," Klaus replied, "My father's friend gave me a ride down here. He owns a fleet of passenger ships. This crew was hand-picked by him. Nothing but straight laced, godfearing men."

I sighed.

"Look we can't tonight," The human perked up as I responded, "It's been a while for me too, but your father and my boss gave me a job. I've got to head out there."

Klaus started to put his clothes back on.

"Can I go with you?" Klaus asked, "I don't think my father will let me back in the house tonight."

I laughed.

"Of course he will kid," I began, "Don't be melodramatic."

Klaus finished redressing and stood up from my bed.

"He won't," Klaus chuckled, "My father is a man of his word."

I nodded and got on a clean jacket. I looked over the human and shook my head. I took of my jacket and handed it to the human. Klaus smiled and took the coat. He put it on and smiled more.

"I love the way you smell," Klaus began, "I guess I like how most furs smell actually."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Do you have experience with that?" I asked, "I'd love to hear about it. I can't say that I have any experience with your kind."

Klaus laughed.

"Furs are my favorite, they make the best lovers," Klaus beamed, "Foxes in particular."

I murred in spite of myself and the human chuckled.

"I'm a good teacher Gustav," Klaus smirked, "Maybe I could teach you how humans tick."

I chuckled and pat the human on the shoulder.

"Come on kid," I replied, "We've got places to go."

I walked out into the other room and put on my bloody jacket. The rain, even though it was now merely a drizzle, should clean the jacket on the way over to the watch post. I grabbed my rifle and put my revolver into my belt holster. Klaus stood behind me, not really sure what to do. I led the way out of my cabin and started to walk away from the house. Klaus walked closer to me as we walked past the spot where the two dead bodies fell.

I took the human to the stable and picked out my horse. He was a large chestnut stallion, calm and very loyal. He wouldn't let anyone on his back unless I was right there beside him. I prepared my saddle and readied my horse. I got onto his back and held my hand out to Klaus.

"You ever ride a horse?" I helped the human onto my horse.

"Yeah," Klaus put his arms around me, "I like this much more than riding by myself."

I chuckled and ushered my horse outside. It took us an hour to get out to the watch post, the majority of which Klaus spent with his hands down my pants. I didn't mind, it was nice having another man fiddle with your bits. He pulled his hands out as we got to the watch post. It was a shed that was constantly manned. There was food out there, drink, ammo, and most importantly cigarettes. The watchman for tonight, Fritz was already out there.

I got off of the horse and knocked on the door to the shed. Fritz opened it and chuckled.

"Gustav!" Fritz began, "What are you doing out here?"

"Von Hoft wants me out here," I began, "Looks like you've got the night and tomorrow off."

Fritz grinned.

"Great," The Wolf began, "I'll see you later then."

The Wolf high-tailed it out of there, leaving Klaus and I alone. Klaus chuckled and watched the Wolf go.

"We're all alone," Klaus began, "There must not be anyone out here for miles."

I chuckled.

"Let's get inside before it starts to rain more," I began, "This storm isn't done yet."

I put my arm around the human and ushered him towards the shed. I tied my horse to the hitching rail beside the watch post. Klaus and I made it inside just in time. The rain picked up, and once again, it was storming. I sighed, lucky for the horse the hitching rail was covered. I sat by the window, the only place in the shed that was totally dry.

"Come here kid," I began, "This is the driest place in the post.

"With pleasure," Klaus got up close to me, "There won't be any problem tonight will there?"

I shook my head.

"No," I replied, "They never send more than a few at a time, most of the men in their tribe are out fighting the army."

"Good," Klaus began, "That means I can do this,"

The human smiled and kissed me. I murred and pulled the human close to me. I dominated the kiss, pushing the human's back up against the wall. Klaus moaned quietly as my paws began to roam over his body. I ground myself against him and growled. I deepened the kiss, our lips working against each other desperately. I felt my sheath start to swell. Fuck, it had been so long, too long, since I had another man like this.

"Fuck," I growled and pulled away, giving the human a quick nibble on his lower lip, "I want to fuck you so bad."

Klaus blushed hard and looked down. I suppose he wasn't used to such language. I chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Do you want me too?" I asked, "Cause if you do, I have Sunday off."

Klaus nuzzled my cheek.

"I'd like that," Klaus began, "Can we have some dinner? I'm starving."

I chuckled and rubbed the human's side.

"Kiss me again and we'll see how I feel," I murred and pulled the human in for a long and heated make-out session.

That night in the watch post was the best night I had since I came to Africa. We didn't do more than kiss, but I felt something that night. Something I had never felt before. That night, we fell in love.